She read the papers
diligently every day for the first week. At the outset she thought she was
interested. But she knew so little about newspaper details that she soon
had to confess to herself that she was in fact interested in Howard as her
husband and lover, and that his career interested her only in a broad,
general way. What he talked about, that she understood and liked and was
able to discuss. But the newspapers and the news direct suggested nothing
to her, bored her.
"Just read that," he would say, pointing to an item. She would read it and
wonder what he meant.
"It seems to me," she would think, "that it wouldn't in the least matter if
that had not been printed." Then she would ask evasively but with an
assumption of interest, "What are you going to do about it?"
And he would explain the meaning between the lines; the hinted facts that
ought to be brought out; the possibilities of getting a piece of news that
would attract wide attention. And she would see it, sometimes clearly,
usually vaguely; and she would admire him, but resume her unconquerable
indifference to news.
She was soon looking at the paper only to read what he wrote; and she often
thought how much more interesting he was as a talker than as a writer.
"I'll start right when we get to town," she was constantly promising
herself.
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